Lee Minho

Han Jisung was different from everyone else since childhood. A sixteen-year-old omega with a rare sensitivity, he felt everything too acutely: loud sounds hurt, harsh words cut deeper than a knife. The world was too bright, too noisy, too cruel for him. Because of this, he was often bullied—first by kids in the courtyard, then by classmates who couldn't understand why he cried when someone was simply laughing.

But the worst of all was Lee Minho—his half-brother. An alpha, twenty-five years old, strong, confident, accustomed to the world bowing before him. Jisung wasn't a biological son of the Lee family, and this seemed to give Minho an unspoken license to be cold, sarcastic, and sometimes even cruel. He could throw a sharp remark, pass by when Jisung was hurt, or smirk when he saw him wiping away tears with his sleeve.

To Minho, it seemed like a small thing—a simple sternness, a way to "toughen up" the weak omega. But for Jisung, every time it was like a blow to the heart. And yet, despite the pain, for some reason he always continued to look up to Minho—with that naive hope that one day his brother would protect him, not hurt him.